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Time Travel I don’t let myself think too long My mind drifts to my childhood … Age of innocence I won’t let myself dwell too often About happy days gone by … And those dark times I keep myself busy with activities So I won’t remember the periods … When we kept secrets I can’t let myself wish too much That the world was truly innocent then … I know it wasn’t ~ ~ ~ 12 lines poetry form: Saudade |